WARNING SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
Boris turned to her and stared down at her blankly. "What do you think is going to happen to you?" he asked, his thumb raising up to his neck and he swiped it across.
Claudia flinched as she looked up into his eyes. They were cold, like they meant what they had said. She trembled. She could never tell what was going on in his mind. Even though she got to see him at least twice a week and stare into his eyes, she never learned anything when they would meet gazes. They were always blank.
Uncaring.
"V-Very funny…" Claudia mumbled, leaning back from the jail cell to the middle of the cell where she looked back up at Boris.
"What makes you think I was joking?" Boris asked his head cocking to the side as peered at her, "isn't that what you wanted? Death? I'd only be granting you a favor by killing you afterall."
Claudia sat down quietly avoiding Boris' gaze.
